“Thanks, but that's not going to fix anything. It's like putting a Band-Aid on a bullet wound.”

“But I have to go. Thank you, Kylie Galen. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for teaching me to think beyond myself. Thank you for everything.”

“What was that, Kylie? Just a thank-you for saving your life.. or was it more?”

“There are no guarantees. Not with love or with life. But we can't go through life never taking a risk... Put our hearts out there. Take a chance with a boy. We might end up hurt, we might not.”

“Sorry, When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- It's a quacking saint.”

“When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- it's a quacking saint."-Della”

“See,” he said playfully, and arched his eyebrows. “Admit it.” He moved in. His mouth ame so close to hers that she could practically feel it moving when he spoke. “Admit what?” She put a little tease in her own voice, hoping she drove him crazy as he drove her. “Admit that you like my kisses and yes to going out with me”